Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.